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Bound by Love excerpt….NSFW
You demanded a Not Safe For Work excerpt from my upcoming release, BOUND BY LOVE. I’m going to treat you to the second encounter between Ren and Tyler.
Here’s the blurb:
Tyler Newsome is heading home to the Lazy N. He’s tired of the rodeo and tired of always being his charismatic twin’s shadow. It’s time he gets a life of his own and maybe the man he’s always dreamed of.
Ren Alston’s always been attracted to Tyler Newsome, but never made a move because of the mental and emotional baggage Ren carried. Ren has spent years taming his demons and gaining control in every aspect of his life. Now that Tyler’s coming home, Ren sees the younger man’s return as a sign of good things to come.
But first, they have to deal with Tyler’s twin, past indiscretions and Ren’s brothers. Will these two cowboys manage to build a strong foundation of trust and love or will their problems be too much for them?
Warning: Explicit manlove. Hot naked cowboys, caramel sauce, spanking, whipping and a new twist on the old fashioned roll in the hay.
Here’s an unedited excerpt….WARNING: HOT MANLOVE FOLLOWING….
Tyler grinned and winked. “Dessert.”
Looking in the bag, Ren burst out laughing. “You have a wild streak hidden under that responsible outside.” Ren pulled out a jar of caramel sauce.
He shrugged, a small smirk tipping the corners of his lips. “You did say it would be the perfect dessert.”
“Makes me want to skip supper.”
Ren crowded Tyler, forcing him to step back until Tyler found his back tight against the wall. Ren put the jar down, entwined his fingers in Tyler’s hair and kissed him again. This kiss was slow and sensual. Tyler gasped when Ren caressed the roof of his mouth.
“Touch me.”
Ren’s whispered command focused Tyler. Give and take. It seemed to him he’d taken from Ren yesterday. He wanted to give something to the older man. He pushed Ren back and before Ren could question him, he flipped their positions. Ren grunted as his back hit the wall.
“Don’t move.”
Ren raised an eyebrow. “Getting bossy?”
“You’ll like this.”
Tyler knelt and rubbed his cheek over the jean-covered bulge in front of him.
“You might be right about liking it,” Ren breathed, hands petting Tyler’s head.
He placed an open-mouthed kiss on Ren’s erection and reached for Ren’s belt buckle. Opening Ren’s pants, he tugged the fabric down over those lean hips and took a deep breath of musk and sex. Ren’s cock sprang proudly from his underwear. Tyler hummed his approval. His lover’s prick was long and thin. Its swollen head was reddish and wept drops of pearly pre-cum.
Leaning forward, he licked the liquid off Ren’s crown, teasing a little by pressing the tip of his tongue in the slit.
“Fuck,” Ren gasped, his hips surging off the wall.
“I want to taste you.” Tyler met Ren’s dark eyes.
“I’m clean.”
He knew he shouldn’t take Ren’s word on it, even if he had known the man all of his life. What would lying get Ren except a blowjob without a condom? Yet he trusted Ren would never do anything to hurt him.
Grasping the base of Ren’s shaft, he sucked Ren down as far as he could. It wasn’t very far. Tyler didn’t have a ton of experience giving blowjobs or receiving them for that matter. He took Ren in until his gag reflex kicked in. He applied suction as he pulled off, pumping with his hand. He took Ren in again.
“So fucking sexy.” With rough fingertips, Ren traced Tyler’s lips where they were stretched around Ren’s prick.
He fixed his gaze on Ren’s face and started moving, switching speed and strength of the blowjob. His tongue became intimately acquainted with Ren’s salty slightly bitter taste. He slid his other hand over Ren’s tense thighs to play with Ren’s balls. Rolling them in his palm, he squeezed. Tyler freed one finger to reach back and scrape a nail over the small patch of skin hiding there.
“Shit, Tyler.”
Ren pushed into his mouth. Tyler relaxed his muscles as best he could and accepted Ren’s cock fucking his throat. His own erection pressed against his zipper and Tyler knew he’d come when Ren did. He’d never come without being touched, but he’d never had a lover as sexy as Ren before.
“Tyler, gonna…” Ren closed his eyes, his movements becoming jerky.
Tyler moaned, swallowing around Ren’s shaft each time it hit the back of his throat.
“Damn,” Ren shouted.
Hot salty cum flooded Tyler’s mouth, He drank it down as fast as he could, but some leaked out and dribbled down his chin. He massaged Ren until his lover had given everything. Tyler licked the softening cock clean, only pulling away when he heard Ren murmur. Placing a quick kiss on Ren’s stomach, he climbed to his feet.
Ren wiped the line of white liquid off his chin with his tongue. “Do you need me to take care of you?”
He rested on Ren’s body and shook his head. “No. I came when you did.”
“Really?” Ren sounded pleased.
“Yeah.” He grimaced at the feeling of the wet sticky mess he’d made of his jeans.
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Hope you all have a great Thursday. 🙂
Posting at SEx today….
Thought I’d give you some eye candy today. I posted a new excerpt from Home of His Own over at SEx for the Morning After. Check it out.
Hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday.
Poetry Train.
One Petal…
One perfect petal
Floating upon the water
Captured in one moment
All the beauty of time.
Drifting here and there
Reflecting in the black
obsidian liquid.
A blush of pink.
A hint of white.
The current flows around
the edges
Bringing peace to the journey.
The perfect petal follows the river,
Allowing the water to guide it to its destiny.
copyright c. 2008 T.A. Chase
P.S. Check out the new excerpt I posted at SiN for Home of his Own.
New Excerpt Posted
Hey everyone, I posted a new excerpt from Home of his Own at SiN yesterday. Stop by and check it out.
I hope everyone is having a great day.
Home of his Own excerpt
Okay…so the picture doesn’t have anything to do with the story. lol. I just liked it. 🙂
But here’s the blurb for Tony’s story (which I might have posted before)
Tony Romanos is searching for a place to lay his hat and his heart. Traveling on the professional bull riding tour is tough on relationships. He’s never found a man he’s willing to settle down for, or even a home he’s able to call his own.
Brody MacCafferty owns a bodyguard company which has a few perks. Being in Hawaii and picking up a handsome cowboy for a hot one-night stand is one of them. Brody doesn’t expect to see the gorgeous man again.
Neither man can forget that night in Hawaii and fate steps in, connecting them together in ways deep and true. Can Brody convince Tony that Brody’s arms are the very home Tony’s been looking for?
Excerpt:
Later that night, Tony sat on the porch, staring off at the shadows of the Rockies. He took a drag on his cigarette. It still amazed him how much Les’ ranch felt like home to him.
The sound of the front door shutting made him look over his shoulder.
Les stood, doing a visual check of the paddocks and yard. When Les seemed satisfied everything was right in his world, he turned to pin Tony with a speculative stare.
“I brought you a beer.” Les handed him the bottle before settling in the chair beside him.
Twisting the cap off, he took a swig. “Thanks. Where’s Randy?”
“In bed. He’s taking off in the morning with Jackson for a show in Nevada.” Les rested his head on the back of the chair.
“Head hurt?” Tony knew Les’ injury seven years ago made the older man susceptible to headaches.
“No. Just tired. All the last minute stuff for the show and Randy’s dad has been causing problems again.” Les grimaced.
“In a fair world, that asshole would be run over by a semi and put out of our misery.” Tony shook his head.
“Thank god, life isn’t fair. I’d have never met Randy if his father hadn’t been a complete bastard.”
“I guess there’s an upside to everything.”
They laughed. Silence fell between them and Tony was comfortable with it. He’d never really felt that level of comfort before.
“So get good news in the letter?” Les’ question was deceptively casual.
Tony chuckled. “I should have known you’d get around to asking.”
“Be happy I waited until Randy went to bed. He’d badger you until you told us. I have more patience.” Les tilted his head and winked at him.
Tony stood, wandering over to lean on the porch railing. He pushed his hat back on his head and stared up at the night sky. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you guys, but I needed time to work my mind around it.”
Les stayed quiet. Yet his presence gave Tony the courage to continue.
“I ran away from home when I was fifteen.”
“So young,” Les murmured.
“Maybe, but I didn’t feel like it. My parents gave all their attention to my sisters. They were the golden children.” For the most part, he’d gotten over the jealousy and anger. “I spent a lot of time on my own. Then I figured out I liked boys and I no longer existed in their eyes. They acted as if I’d seduce all the boys in the town.”
“Did you?” Laughter rang in Les’ voice.
Tony shot a smug grin at Les. “I’d have tried, but in the end it wasn’t worth trying to convince them being gay wasn’t an illness.”
“Don’t blame them. It’s hard to be different when there’s no one to support you.” Les shifted in his chair.
Tony put out his cigarette in the ashtray Margaret, Les’ housekeeper, kept out for him. He took another drink. Did he blame those boys for doing what society said was right? Not anymore. The only one he remembered was Luis, his first boyfriend and the scars from that relationship hadn’t faded.
“I don’t blame them. It was hard, especially in my neighborhood where everyone knew each other and being different was considered a sin.” He heard the bitterness in his words. “I couldn’t take it anymore. So at the end of the summer when I was fifteen, I left my parents a note and took off. Got odd jobs where no one asked my age. Survived until I hit eighteen and then joined the rodeo.”
Les’ hand gripped his shoulder and Tony let himself wish a little. Wish he’d met Les before Randy had. Wish he was a little less loyal and Les was a little less faithful. A hard squeeze and he accepted that fate knew what it was doing when it allowed Les and Randy to meet. Les had the easy-going nature to keep Randy’s temper from flying off the handle.
“Have you ever gone back?” Les’ honeyed drawl broke into Tony’s thoughts.
“No, not even when my youngest sister got married. Figured it wasn’t worth the drama. I keep in touch with my mother’s sister. Just enough so she knows how to find me. I sent her your address since you know my schedule and everything.”
“We won’t let you run off from here. Randy and I consider this your home.”
Les’ words touched Tony’s heart, but a small part of his heart knew he wouldn’t be happy until he found a love like his friends had.
The Vanguard
Hey everyone I posted a new excerpt at SiN for The Vanguard. Stop by and check it out. 🙂
New Excerpt
Poetry Train
This is a little excerpt from a story I’ve been plotting in my head for a while. One of the heroes is a soldier. It’s also a little something for Veteran’s Day as well. Enjoy.
Falling in Love…Again
Bobby stared down at Jordan. He didn’t touch his lover. Jordan had explained before they’d fallen asleep about being jumpy from the war. He wondered if sleeping would ever come easy again for his soldier.
Jordan. His first lover. His first love and his best friend. He couldn’t believe the man was in his bed. Looking so much the same and yet so different. Grooves along the sides of Jordan’s mouth spoke of pain and suffering. Bobby wondered at that since Jordan swore he had never been injured. He was tempted to pull the covers away and inspect Jordan’s body, looking for scars.
He absorbed the warmth from Jordan, finding a sense of contentment in hearing him breathe. Silly, but true. He closed his eyes. Now that they were lovers again, how was he going to let Jordan leave? Where would the strength come from to allow the man he loved to go back into a war and risk his life again?
Jordan would laugh at him, but then Jordan had never had any doubts about what he wanted or what he was going to do with his life. His lover believed in defending his country, no matter the cost.
“No matter the cost,” he whispered.
He didn’t try to stop the urge. He stroked his hand over Jordan’s golden skin. Bobby would have to find a way to be brave. As brave as this man sharing his bed. A man who willingly put his life on the line to save others he’d never meet. Some of whom would hate him because of who he loved.
Bobby thanked God for Jordan. For making a man he could love and who was brave enough to serve, protecting strangers and flirting with death so others wouldn’t have to die.
He leaned down and brushed a kiss over Jordan’s cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured against his lover’s stubble covered skin.
(c) 2007 T.A. Chase
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Stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else is riding the train today. Also, I posted an excerpt from The Vanguard at SiN. 🙂
Poetry Train….
But I thought I post an excerpt from Understanding Forgiveness…my story. It’s a sweet story…no sex really. Just tension. Having my heroes have sex didn’t really seem to fit in the overall story. I did write UF after I finished Stealing Life and I couldn’t keep those two guys away from each other. I think I went into overload…lol. 😉
Here you go:
“Hi, I’m Basil.”
Mason looked up to see a thin young man sitting in front of him. Shooting a glance over his shoulder, Mason saw Lisa watching them with a worried expression. He wondered if she was afraid he’d attack or hurt Basil in some way. Mason frowned. Being isolated from human or shifter contact made him gruff and unable to deal with idiots, but he still knew enough to be polite to people when he needed to be.
Basil’s shoulder length hair gleamed black as a raven’s wing. Bright shiny black eyes stared at him with curiosity. Those eyes combined with the prominent nose and tilted head conjured images of a crow.
“Mason.” He didn’t offer his hand. Basil looked so fragile, Mason was afraid he’d break a bone by shaking hands with the man.
“Right. The new one Zev and Doc brought in.” Basil’s head bobbed.
“Guess so. Where are they?” He wondered why they weren’t eating with the rest.
“Zev stopped by earlier. He doesn’t like all the noise. Too many people. Too much talking.” Basil shrugged. “Doc had a rough night. We won’t see him until lunch or maybe even supper.”
“Rough night?”
Basil leaned in as he was sharing a classified secret. “He’s sick and sometimes he has bad nights because of it.”
“Sick? What illness?” Mason thought of how he’d breathed in the doctor’s air last night. Shifters were pretty immune to most diseases, but he didn’t want to risk catching anything.
“No one knows, but it isn’t communicable. At least no one’s gotten sick since coming here.” Basil plucked an apple from Mason’s plate. “What kind are you?”
“Kind?” Mason felt a hiss rise in his throat. He didn’t like sharing, but he fought the urge to rip the apple out of Basil’s hands. There was more food and the man didn’t know how possessive Mason was.
“Animal? Breed? Species?” Basil pointed to himself. “I’m a raven.”
“I’d never have guessed that,” Mason said with a slight smile.
“It’s pretty obvious. Jess, over there, is a monkey.”
Mason looked over to where Basil gestured. A brunette woman nodded to them both as she grabbed a bowl full of fruit. Aside from the fruit though, there was nothing to hint at what she shifted into. A petite woman pulling wiggling bugs from a pan and swallowing them caught Mason’s gaze. He gagged.
“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to watching Fern eat.” Basil lobbed the apple core at Fern.
The woman flipped them the finger as she stuck a cricket in her mouth. Mason turned around before he lost his appetite.
“Fern’s an amphibian. Hey, what kind are you, Fern?” Basil yelled at the lady who calmly flipped them off again. “Fern’s not much of a talker. Oh right, she’s a green tree frog.”
“A tree frog? What the fuck was Von Mertz smoking when he mixed those genes?”
Mason turned to his right as a huge man sat down next to him. The stranger stuck his hand out and said, “I’m Boris and I’m a bear.”
“Yes, I can see you are.” Mason shook the large hand and managed not to whimper as Boris squeezed his bones together.
“Boris, you’re doing it again.” Basil tapped Boris on the arm.
“Oh sorry. Sometimes I forget.” Boris released Mason’s hand.
Mason wiggled all his fingers, making sure they all worked. “No problem, man. What are you doing here? I can’t see a lot of naturals messing with you.”
“I don’t have any control over my change. When I get mad or excited, I tend to shift and then things get nasty. It’s easier here. Less pressure and if I make a mistake, my hide’s not likely to end up spread out in front of someone’s fireplace.” Boris’ moustache twitched as the man chuckled.
Mason couldn’t believe how brown and hairy the man was. It looked as if the bear genes almost overrode the human genes in Boris’ body.
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to check out the other poetry train stops.
Poetry Train…
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else hopped on the train today.
You’ve probably read excerpts from the story on Mondays before. It started as a series of Flash Fiction shorts at the SEx blog. I turned it into a story about Archelaus, the new master of Hell and Azrael, the angel of death. It’s not finished yet, but it’s different from what I’ve written. Arch is extremely sarcastic, so there’s a lot of smart ass humor in it. I haven’t written much about Azrael, so his personality isn’t as strong to me. Also, it’ll be done in the same vein as Angel’s Evolution. First person point of view and present tense. 🙂 I thought I’d give you an taste of the story.
Here you go: (hot mansex involved in excerpt…don’t read if that bothers you or you’re at work.)
I stare at the boy, thinking the kid would grow up to be fucking gorgeous. Go me for letting him live. The screaming is beginning to give me a headache though, so I give the kid a push out of the accident, making sure he falls safely to the grass out of the way.
“Why do that?”
I look up to see Azrael standing next to the mangled Dodge Charger. While he stares at me, he reaches out to touch an older man. The man jerks and the light fades from his eyes.
“Why do what?” I turn, appreciating the chaos and death all around me.
“Why save him?” He points his chin at the kid.
“Why not?” I sit my ass on the Charger’s trunk, swinging my legs as the ambulance sirens get close to us.
“It doesn’t really fit your image.” He touches a hand hanging out of a broken window.
“Saving a kid?” I shrug. “I’m not interested in dragging his squalling ass down to hell with me.”
“You rule hell. Aren’t you supposed to cause mayhem, fear and death wherever you go?” The angel moves towards a lump of metal that used to be a Honda Civic.
“No matter what you think, I didn’t cause this freaking accident. Heavens, I have better things to do with my time than run around causing humans to lose control of their cars while talking on their cell phones and trying to eat a cheeseburger.”
His raised eyebrow and skeptical look makes me shrug.
“Okay, so I might have had something to do with it.” I look up towards the start of the accident scene where a semi-truck lay on its side. “The truck driver was just so cute and I could read all those nasty thoughts he was having about forcing the hitch-hiker he picked up to give him a blow-job. I figured I’d give him one while he was driving. Not my fault he can’t come and drive at the same time.”
Azrael shakes his head and sighs. “But all these other people? Why cause their deaths and injuries?”
I’m tired of him questioning me. I’m the ruler of hell and earth. It’s my right to do whatever I want with these stupid mortals. No one, not even an angel, has the right to question me.
Jumping down from the car, I stalk towards him, anger swirling inside me. The bright blue sky darkens and the wind picks up, blowing the acidic smell of gasoline and fire around us. I poke his chest, piercing his pale skin with my claw. He hisses as pain and pleasure mixes in his eyes. I lean forward, baring my fangs in a snarl.
“I’ll tell you why I didn’t kill that boy. I don’t take innocent souls into hell with me, Azrael. There are dark and evil souls lined up to enter my realm when they die. Souls who have made the conscious choice to hurt others.” I press my claw in until I can feel his beating heart. “See, I feel no remorse in killing the trucker who would have raped his passenger.”
With my other hand, I gesture to the old man he’d touched minutes earlier. “I don’t have a problem causing the death of a bitter old man who threw his daughter out of his house because she got pregnant by a black man. A bitter old man who always bragged about his charitable heart.”
“There are innocents in this wreckage, Archelaus.” His words are faint.
My anger fills the air around us with heat and oppressive smoke. I can tell his lungs burn with the effort of breathing. I glare at him.
“I don’t care about the innocents. Let your brethren take them. It matters not to me who they were or what they’ve done in their lives. Heaven’s gates open wide for them, but for those like us, there is no sanctuary. No haven to ease our pain and wickedness.”
I grasp his shoulder and bear down, forcing him to his knees. I remove my finger from his chest. I paint his lips with his own blood before I free my cock from its denim prison. Wiping the rest of the red liquid on my prick, I place the bulbous head at his mouth.
“Suck me.”
My command cuts through the control he struggles with. I know he fights the craving for what I can give him. Tilting my hips, I pressed my prick against his bottom lip.
“Suck me.” I flash my fangs at him and he shivers.
Azrael’s mouth opens and sucks me in. My head falls forward, resting my chin on my chest as I stare down into his blue eyes. His tongue swirls around my shaft and searches out every atom of the blood. I bury my fingers in his auburn curls to hold his head still while I start to fuck his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he applies more suction. He presses the flat of his tongue to the throbbing vein on the underside of my cock and I snarl. I feel the scrape of his teeth on my sensitive tip.
The wail of the sirens buzz in my ears. I snap my hips harder and faster. Humming, he reaches up to grip my hips. I tug on his hair, bringing his gaze up to me and I shake my head.
“No touching for you.”
Lust blazes in his eyes and his eyelids droop, blocking his stare from me. I tug on his hair, harder this time. His eyes bright with anger, he glares at me.
“I want to see your eyes.”
I see his consent in the slight quirk of his lips. Azrael starts rocking in time with my thrusts. I take a quick peek down at his groin and see his hand wrapped around his cock. He’s jerking off while I take his mouth.
My balls tingle and draw tight to my body. “Soon, my angel.”
He winks, sucks me down to the base and when the head of my cock hits the back of his throat, he swallows.
“Fuck. Now.” I flood his mouth with cum.
He drinks it down without protest and a soft moan works its way out as he shoots his spunk all over the ground.
“Hey you two.”
The shout shocks me out of my post-climax bliss. Jerking Azrael to his feet, I stuff my limp cock back into my pants as I turn. A cop stalks towards us.
“Shit. The cops. We gotta get out of here.”
I fasten my hand around the angel’s wrist and disappear, waving at the stunned policeman as we fade out of sight.
